Chasuble cross tying,
Candle tied to a stick,
Angel flies low,
reet forest, svetlolik.
The snow-white silence
From pine to pine porhnet,
Touch a candle twig,
Tresnet, flash light,
Rounded, tremble,
As on a string, will run
Here and there, and here, and here…
Winter forest shines all!
So easy, as snow fluff,
Winged spirit of Christmas
illuminates the heavens,
Driving holiday in the woods,
That from the sky and land
Amy could meet,
So that between heaven and earth
A ray of light up,
To the light of small candles
long beam, like a sharp sword,
Heart pierced by light,
Path unerring have.
October 1912
